With regret, we announce the end of WGWG.

It's been an amazing twenty four years and I would like to thank each and every person who attended, you've been amazing  - well, most of you!  ;-)

There's nothing much to add really, other than please don't forget to keep writing...

So long, and thanks for all the fish...
Anne
xxx

Apologies for the late notice but unfortunately we've had to cancel tonight's session. We do hope you will return with us for the next one on May the 4th.

So, Tom came back which was good, and we are looking forward to hearing his work next time ( no pressure, but he did promise!) and Daniel read out another of his stream of consciousness poems.  We hope to have copies of his work for the next reading as it's frustrating for him - and for us - to try and catch the meaning without seeing the poems written down...

Clare read out a revised start to her latest story which made everyone want to know where it was leading - there are a couple of strong characters and her protagonist is not in a good place, whilst her father is lost in Antarctica.  A bit of tinkering with the timelines and we will be flying with this story, I can't wait!

 Marsha read a new piece that led to a very interesting discussion, especially as Rachel Dolezal is still featuring in the headlines.  Will we all be white in 200 years or will everyone want to be black?  Who knows, there is a very strong story here, and I wonder where it is going to end. Marsha has gone off to have a think...

There were hundreds of us at the group this week, hundreds*.
Everything read out was Pulitzer prize material**.  Everything.  I'm not even kidding.
This is the best writers' group in the world and we should build a wall around it to keep it safe***.
We will do that.  Build a wall around it.
You weren't there? Sad.****

*This may be a slight exaggeration.
** This may be an 'alternative truth'.
***Might not happen
**** This is true.

Well, five of us braved the bomb!

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/03/02/two-schools-evacuated-army-called-unexploded-world-war-two-bomb/

We had a new person who read a poem, Daniel read two poems and we learned that Dolgo crossed the Vauxhall Road, and in the background there lurked a real life actual bomb!

So, I waited until 6:25 and took an executive decision and went home.
Honorable mention to Marsha, who was just about to set out when I texted her, so at least she didn't have a wasted journey.

I hope no one else turned up after 6:25 (it's your own fault for being late if you did!)

Better luck in March :-)